And if she didn't tear it up or burn it, I'm going to have it!" He directed himself at Matilda, and spoke slowly, suggestively, impressively.

"Confidential servants, who think a bit of number one, should be on the lookout for documents and letters that may be of future value to themselves.

I guess you get me.

For the original of the letter I'm willing to come across with five hundred dollars." "But I have no such letter!" cried Matilda.
"I might make it a thousand," conceded the detective.

"And," he added, "the money might come in very handy for your sick sister there." "But I tell you I have no such letter!" "Say fifteen hundred, then." "But I haven't got it!" cried Matilda.
"Perhaps you may have it without knowing what it is.